Not that I could blame her—I’d just been another of the annoying hockey players seemingly out to ruin her town.
Thankfully, I’d finally gotten her to see me. To want me.
But Billie was the most together person I’d ever met, and she regularly took on fixer-uppers of both the human and inanimate variety.
I didn’t want her to see me as a project. I wanted her to see me as me.
As the man she wanted.
As the man she loved.
*This is book 2 in Joel and Billie Rose's story
About the Author:
USA Today bestselling author, Elise Faber, loves chocolate, Star Wars, Harry Potter, and hockey (the order depending on the day and how well her team—the Sharks!—are playing). She and her husband also play as much hockey as they can squeeze into their schedules, so much so that their typical date night is spent on the ice. Elise changes her hair color more often than some people change their socks, loves sparkly things, and is the mom to two exuberant boys.
She lives in Northern California. Connect with her in her Facebook group, the Fabinators or email her at elisefaberauthor@gmail.com.
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